FOOTNOTES:

'Twas only, sir, to put you out of pain.

[Stabs him again, andPosafalls.

M. of Posa.My lord the king—but life too far is gone—I faint—be mindful of your queen and son.[Dies.King.The slave in death repents, and warns me. Yes,I shall be very mindful. What are these?

M. of Posa.My lord the king—but life too far is gone—I faint—be mindful of your queen and son.[Dies.

King.The slave in death repents, and warns me. Yes,I shall be very mindful. What are these?

[Takes up the despatches.

For Flanders! with the prince's signet sealed!Here's villany has yet been unrevealed.See, Gomez, practices against my crown;[Shows them him.Treason and lust have joined to pull me down.Yet still I stand like a firm sturdy rock,Whilst they but split themselves with their own shock.But I too long delay: give word I come.Ruy-Gom.What, ho! within! The king is nigh; make room.

Ruy-Gom.What, ho! within! The king is nigh; make room.

[Ruy-Gomezdraws a curtain, and discoversDonJohnand theDuchess ofEboliembracing.

King.Now let me, if I can, to fury add,That when I thunder I may strike them dead.

[Looking earnestly on them.

Ha! Gomez! on this truth depends thy life.Why, that's our brother Austria!Ruy-Gom.And my wife!Embracing close. Whilst I was busy grownIn others' ruins, here I've met my own.Oh! had I perished ere 'twas understood!King.This is the nest where lust and falsehood brood.Is it not admirable?

Ha! Gomez! on this truth depends thy life.Why, that's our brother Austria!

Ruy-Gom.And my wife!Embracing close. Whilst I was busy grownIn others' ruins, here I've met my own.Oh! had I perished ere 'twas understood!

King.This is the nest where lust and falsehood brood.Is it not admirable?

[ExeuntDonJohnand theDuchess ofEboliembracing.

Ruy-Gom.Oh, sir, yes!Ten thousand devils tear the sorceress!King.But they are gone, and my dishonour's near.

Ruy-Gom.Oh, sir, yes!Ten thousand devils tear the sorceress!

King.But they are gone, and my dishonour's near.

Re-enterDonCarlosandQueen,discoursing;HenriettaandAttendants.

Look, my incestuous son and wife appear.See, Gomez, how she languishes and dies.'Sdeath! there are very pulses in her eyes.

[DonCarlosapproaches theKing.

Don Car.In peace, Heaven ever guard the king from harms;In war, success and triumph crown his arms;Till all the nations of the world shall beHumble and prostrate at his feet, like me![Kneels.I hear your fury has my death designed;Though I've deserved the worst, you may be kind:Behold me as your poor unhappy son,And do not spill that blood which is your own!King.Yes, when my blood grows tainted, I ne'er doubtBut for my health 'tis good to let it out:But thine's a stranger, like thy soul, to me;Or else be cursed thy mother's memory,And doubly cursed be that unhappy nightIn which I purchased torment with delight!Don Car.Thus then I lay aside all rights of blood.[Rises boldly.My mother cursed! She was all just and good,Tyrant! too good to stay with thee below,And therefore's blest, and reigns above thee now.Submission! which way got it entrance here?King.Perhaps it came ere treason was aware.Thy traitorous design's now come to light,Too great and horrid to be hid in night.See here my honour, and thy duty's stains![Shows the despatches.I've paid your secretary for his pains;He waits you there: to council with him go;[ShowsPosa'sbody.Ask what intelligence from Flanders now.Don Car.My friend here slain, my faithful Posa 'tis.Good Heaven! what have I done to merit this?What temples sacked, what desolations made,To pull down such a vengeance on my head?This, villain, was thy work: what friend of thine

King.Yes, when my blood grows tainted, I ne'er doubtBut for my health 'tis good to let it out:But thine's a stranger, like thy soul, to me;Or else be cursed thy mother's memory,And doubly cursed be that unhappy nightIn which I purchased torment with delight!

Don Car.Thus then I lay aside all rights of blood.[Rises boldly.My mother cursed! She was all just and good,Tyrant! too good to stay with thee below,And therefore's blest, and reigns above thee now.Submission! which way got it entrance here?

King.Perhaps it came ere treason was aware.Thy traitorous design's now come to light,Too great and horrid to be hid in night.See here my honour, and thy duty's stains![Shows the despatches.I've paid your secretary for his pains;He waits you there: to council with him go;[ShowsPosa'sbody.Ask what intelligence from Flanders now.

Don Car.My friend here slain, my faithful Posa 'tis.Good Heaven! what have I done to merit this?What temples sacked, what desolations made,To pull down such a vengeance on my head?This, villain, was thy work: what friend of thine

[ToRuy-Gomez.

Did I e'er wrong, that thou shouldst murder mine?But I'll take care it shall not want reward—[Draws.King.Courage, my Gomez, since thy king's thy guard.Come, rebel, and thy villanies fulfil!Don Car. No; though unjust, you are my father still;

Did I e'er wrong, that thou shouldst murder mine?But I'll take care it shall not want reward—[Draws.

King.Courage, my Gomez, since thy king's thy guard.Come, rebel, and thy villanies fulfil!

Don Car. No; though unjust, you are my father still;

[Throws away his sword.

And from that title must your safety own:'Tis that which awes my hand, and not your crown.'Tis true, all there contained I had designed:To such a height your jealousy was grown,It was the only way that I could findTo work your peace, and to procure my own.King.Thinking my youth and vigour to decrease,You'd ease me of my crown to give me peace.Don Car.Alas! you fetch your misconstructions far:The injuries to me, and wrongs to her,Were much too great for empire to repair.When you forgot a father's love, and quiteDeprived me of a son's and prince's right,Branded my honour, and pursued my life,My duty long with nature was at strife.Not that I feared my memory or nameCould suffer by the voice of common fame;A thing I still esteemed beneath my pride:For, though condemned by all the world beside,Had you but thought me just, I could have died.At last this only way I found, to flyYour anger, and divert your jealousy:—To go to Flanders, and be so removedFrom all I ever honoured, ever loved;There in your right hoping I might complete,Spite of my wrongs, some action truly great;Thus by my faith and sufferings to out-wearYour hate, and shun that storm which threatened here.Queen.And can this merit hate? He would foregoThe joys and charms of courts to purchase you;Banish himself, and stem the dangerous tideOf lawless outrage and rebellious pride.King.How evenly she pleads in his defence!So blind is guilt when 'twould seem innocence.She thinks her softness may my rage disarm.No, sorceress, you're mistaken in your charm,And, whilst you soothe, do but assist the storm!Do, take full view of your tall able slave;

King.Thinking my youth and vigour to decrease,You'd ease me of my crown to give me peace.

Don Car.Alas! you fetch your misconstructions far:The injuries to me, and wrongs to her,Were much too great for empire to repair.When you forgot a father's love, and quiteDeprived me of a son's and prince's right,Branded my honour, and pursued my life,My duty long with nature was at strife.Not that I feared my memory or nameCould suffer by the voice of common fame;A thing I still esteemed beneath my pride:For, though condemned by all the world beside,Had you but thought me just, I could have died.At last this only way I found, to flyYour anger, and divert your jealousy:—To go to Flanders, and be so removedFrom all I ever honoured, ever loved;There in your right hoping I might complete,Spite of my wrongs, some action truly great;Thus by my faith and sufferings to out-wearYour hate, and shun that storm which threatened here.

Queen.And can this merit hate? He would foregoThe joys and charms of courts to purchase you;Banish himself, and stem the dangerous tideOf lawless outrage and rebellious pride.

King.How evenly she pleads in his defence!So blind is guilt when 'twould seem innocence.She thinks her softness may my rage disarm.No, sorceress, you're mistaken in your charm,And, whilst you soothe, do but assist the storm!Do, take full view of your tall able slave;

[Queenlooks onDonCarlos.

Look hard; it is the last you're like to have.Don Car.My life or death are in your power to give.King.Yes, and thou diest.Don Car.Not till she give me leave:She is the star that rules my destiny;And, whilst her aspect's kind, I cannot die.Queen.No, prince, for ever live, be ever blest.King.Yes, I will send him to his eternal rest.Oh! had I took the journey long ago,I ne'er had known the pains that rack me now.Queen.What pains? what racks?[Approaching.King.Avoid, and touch me not!I see thee foul, all one incestuous blot;Thy broken vows are in thy guilty face.Queen.Have I then in your pity left no place?King.Oh! thus it was you drew me in before,With promises you ne'er would see him more.But now your subtlest wiles too weak are grown;I've gotten freedom, and I'll keep my own.Queen.May you be ever free! But can your mindConceive that any ill was here designed?He hither came, only that he might showObedience, and be reconciled to you.You saw his humble, dutiful address.King.But you beforehand signed the happy peace.

Look hard; it is the last you're like to have.

Don Car.My life or death are in your power to give.

King.Yes, and thou diest.

Don Car.Not till she give me leave:She is the star that rules my destiny;And, whilst her aspect's kind, I cannot die.

Queen.No, prince, for ever live, be ever blest.

King.Yes, I will send him to his eternal rest.Oh! had I took the journey long ago,I ne'er had known the pains that rack me now.

Queen.What pains? what racks?[Approaching.

King.Avoid, and touch me not!I see thee foul, all one incestuous blot;Thy broken vows are in thy guilty face.

Queen.Have I then in your pity left no place?

King.Oh! thus it was you drew me in before,With promises you ne'er would see him more.But now your subtlest wiles too weak are grown;I've gotten freedom, and I'll keep my own.

Queen.May you be ever free! But can your mindConceive that any ill was here designed?He hither came, only that he might showObedience, and be reconciled to you.You saw his humble, dutiful address.

King.But you beforehand signed the happy peace.

Re-enterDuchess ofEboli.

O princess, thank you for the care you take.Tell me, how got this monster entrance? speak.D. of Eboli.Heaven witness 'twas without my knowledge done.Ruy-Gom.No, she had other business of her own.

O princess, thank you for the care you take.Tell me, how got this monster entrance? speak.

D. of Eboli.Heaven witness 'twas without my knowledge done.

Ruy-Gom.No, she had other business of her own.

[Aside.

O blood and murder!King.All are false: a guard!

O blood and murder!

King.All are false: a guard!

EnterGuard.

Seize on that traitor![Pointing toDonCarlos.Don Car.Welcome; I'm prepared.Queen.Stay, sir, let me die too: I can obey.King.No, thou shalt live. [Seemingly kind.] By Heaven, but not a day![Aside.I a revenge so exquisite have framed,She unrepenting dies, and so she's damned.Hen.If ever pity could your heart engage,If e'er you hope for blessings on your age,Incline your ears to a poor virgin's prayer!King.I dare not venture thee, thou art too fair.What wouldst thou say?Hen.Destroy not in one manMore virtue than the world can boast again.View him the eldest pledge of your first love,Your virgin joys; that may some pity move—King.No; for the wrongs I suffer weigh it down:I'd now not spare his life to save my own.Away! by thy soft tongue I'll not be caught.Hen.By all that hopes can frame I beg: if not,May you by some base hand unpitied die,And childless mothers curse your memory!By honour, love, by life—King.Fond girl, away:By Heaven, I'll kill thee else! Still darest thou stay?Cannot death terrify thee?Hen.No; for I,If you refuse me, am resolved to die.Don Car.Kind fair one, do not waste your sorrows hereOn me, too wretched, and not worth a tear.There yet for you are mighty joys in store,When I in dust am laid, and seen no more.—O madam![To theQueen.Queen.O my Carlos! must you dieFor me? no mercy in a father's eye?Don Car.Hide, hide your tears, into my soul they dartA tenderness that misbecomes my heart:For, since I must, I like a prince would fall,And to my aid my manly spirits call.Queen.You, like a man, as roughly as you willMay die, but let me be a woman still![Weeps.King.Thou'rt woman, a true copy of the first,In whom the race of all mankind was cursed.Your sex by beauty was to Heaven allied;But your great lord, the devil, taught you pride.He too an angel, till he durst rebel;And you are, sure, the stars that with him fell.Weep on! a stock of tears like vows you have,And always ready when you would deceive.Queen.Cruel! inhuman! O my heart! why shouldI throw away a title that's so good,On one a stranger to whate'er was so?Alas, I'm torn, and know not what to do.The just resentment of my wrong's so great,My spirits sink beneath the heavy weight.Tyrant, stand off! I hate thee, and will tryIf I have scorn enough to make me die.Don Car.Blest angel, stay![Takes her in his arms.Queen.Carlos, the sole embraceYou ever took, you have before his face.Don Car.No wealthy monarch of the plenteous East,In all the glories of his empire dressed,Was ever half so rich, or half so blest.But from such bliss how wretched is the fall!They too like us must die, and leave it all.King.All this before my face! what soul could bear't?Go, force her from him![Officerapproaches.Don Car.Slave, 'twill cost thy heart.Thou'dst better meet a lion on his way,And from his hungry jaws reprize the prey!She's mistress of my soul, and to prepareMyself for death, I must consult with her.Ruy-Gom.Have pity![Ironically.King.Hence! how wretchedly he rulesThat's served by cowards, and advised by fools!Oh, torture!Don Car.Rouse, my soul! consider nowThat to thy blissful mansion thou must go.But I so mighty joys have tasted here,I hardly shall have sense of any there:Oh, soft as blossoms, and yet sweeter far![Leaning on her bosom.Sweeter than incense which to Heaven ascends,Though 'tis presented there by angels' hands.King.Still in his arms! Cowards, go tear her forth!Don Car.You'll sooner from its centre shake the earth:I'll hold her fast till my last hour is nigh;Then I'll bequeath her to you when I die.King.Cut off his hold! or any thing—Don Car.Ay, come;Here kill, and bear me hence into my tomb.I'd have my monument erected here,With broken mangled limbs still clasping her.Queen.Hold, and I'll quit his arms—

Seize on that traitor![Pointing toDonCarlos.

Don Car.Welcome; I'm prepared.

Queen.Stay, sir, let me die too: I can obey.

King.No, thou shalt live. [Seemingly kind.] By Heaven, but not a day![Aside.I a revenge so exquisite have framed,She unrepenting dies, and so she's damned.

Hen.If ever pity could your heart engage,If e'er you hope for blessings on your age,Incline your ears to a poor virgin's prayer!

King.I dare not venture thee, thou art too fair.What wouldst thou say?

Hen.Destroy not in one manMore virtue than the world can boast again.View him the eldest pledge of your first love,Your virgin joys; that may some pity move—

King.No; for the wrongs I suffer weigh it down:I'd now not spare his life to save my own.Away! by thy soft tongue I'll not be caught.

Hen.By all that hopes can frame I beg: if not,May you by some base hand unpitied die,And childless mothers curse your memory!By honour, love, by life—

King.Fond girl, away:By Heaven, I'll kill thee else! Still darest thou stay?Cannot death terrify thee?

Hen.No; for I,If you refuse me, am resolved to die.

Don Car.Kind fair one, do not waste your sorrows hereOn me, too wretched, and not worth a tear.There yet for you are mighty joys in store,When I in dust am laid, and seen no more.—O madam![To theQueen.

Queen.O my Carlos! must you dieFor me? no mercy in a father's eye?

Don Car.Hide, hide your tears, into my soul they dartA tenderness that misbecomes my heart:For, since I must, I like a prince would fall,And to my aid my manly spirits call.

Queen.You, like a man, as roughly as you willMay die, but let me be a woman still![Weeps.

King.Thou'rt woman, a true copy of the first,In whom the race of all mankind was cursed.Your sex by beauty was to Heaven allied;But your great lord, the devil, taught you pride.He too an angel, till he durst rebel;And you are, sure, the stars that with him fell.Weep on! a stock of tears like vows you have,And always ready when you would deceive.

Queen.Cruel! inhuman! O my heart! why shouldI throw away a title that's so good,On one a stranger to whate'er was so?Alas, I'm torn, and know not what to do.The just resentment of my wrong's so great,My spirits sink beneath the heavy weight.Tyrant, stand off! I hate thee, and will tryIf I have scorn enough to make me die.

Don Car.Blest angel, stay![Takes her in his arms.

Queen.Carlos, the sole embraceYou ever took, you have before his face.

Don Car.No wealthy monarch of the plenteous East,In all the glories of his empire dressed,Was ever half so rich, or half so blest.But from such bliss how wretched is the fall!They too like us must die, and leave it all.

King.All this before my face! what soul could bear't?Go, force her from him![Officerapproaches.

Don Car.Slave, 'twill cost thy heart.Thou'dst better meet a lion on his way,And from his hungry jaws reprize the prey!She's mistress of my soul, and to prepareMyself for death, I must consult with her.

Ruy-Gom.Have pity![Ironically.

King.Hence! how wretchedly he rulesThat's served by cowards, and advised by fools!Oh, torture!

Don Car.Rouse, my soul! consider nowThat to thy blissful mansion thou must go.But I so mighty joys have tasted here,I hardly shall have sense of any there:Oh, soft as blossoms, and yet sweeter far![Leaning on her bosom.Sweeter than incense which to Heaven ascends,Though 'tis presented there by angels' hands.

King.Still in his arms! Cowards, go tear her forth!

Don Car.You'll sooner from its centre shake the earth:I'll hold her fast till my last hour is nigh;Then I'll bequeath her to you when I die.

King.Cut off his hold! or any thing—

Don Car.Ay, come;Here kill, and bear me hence into my tomb.I'd have my monument erected here,With broken mangled limbs still clasping her.

Queen.Hold, and I'll quit his arms—

[TheGuardsoffer their axes. They part.

King.Now bear him hence.Queen.O horrid tyrant![Guardsare hurryingDonCarlosoff.Stay, unhappy prince—Turn, turn! O torment! must I leave you so?No, stay, and take me with you where you go.Don Car.Hark, slaves, my goddess summons me to stay.Dogs! have you eyes, and can you disobey?See her! Oh, let me but just touch my bliss.[Pressing forward.King.By hell! he shan't. Slaves, are ye mine or his?Queen.My life—Don Car.My soul, farewell![ExeuntGuardswithDonCarlos.Queen.He's gone, he's gone!Now, tyrant, to thy rage I'm left alone;Give me my death, that hate both life and thee.King.I know thou dost; yet live.Queen.O misery![Throws herself down.Why was I born to be thus cursed? or whyShould life be forced, when 'tis so sweet to die?King[ToD. ofEboli]. Thou, woman, hast been false; but, to renewThy credit in my heart, assist me now.Prepare a draught of poison, such as willAct slow, and by degrees of torment kill.Give it the queen, and, to prevent all senseOf dying, tell her I've released the prince,And that ere morning he'll attend her. IIn a disguise his presence will supply;So glut my rage, and smiling see her die.D. of Eboli.Your majesty shall be obeyed.Ruy-Gom.Do, work thy mischiefs to their last degree,And when they're in their height I'll murder thee.

King.Now bear him hence.

Queen.O horrid tyrant![Guardsare hurryingDonCarlosoff.Stay, unhappy prince—Turn, turn! O torment! must I leave you so?No, stay, and take me with you where you go.

Don Car.Hark, slaves, my goddess summons me to stay.Dogs! have you eyes, and can you disobey?See her! Oh, let me but just touch my bliss.[Pressing forward.

King.By hell! he shan't. Slaves, are ye mine or his?

Queen.My life—

Don Car.My soul, farewell![ExeuntGuardswithDonCarlos.

Queen.He's gone, he's gone!Now, tyrant, to thy rage I'm left alone;Give me my death, that hate both life and thee.

King.I know thou dost; yet live.

Queen.O misery![Throws herself down.Why was I born to be thus cursed? or whyShould life be forced, when 'tis so sweet to die?

King[ToD. ofEboli]. Thou, woman, hast been false; but, to renewThy credit in my heart, assist me now.Prepare a draught of poison, such as willAct slow, and by degrees of torment kill.Give it the queen, and, to prevent all senseOf dying, tell her I've released the prince,And that ere morning he'll attend her. IIn a disguise his presence will supply;So glut my rage, and smiling see her die.

D. of Eboli.Your majesty shall be obeyed.

Ruy-Gom.Do, work thy mischiefs to their last degree,And when they're in their height I'll murder thee.

[Aside.

King.Now, Gomez, ply my rage and keep it hot:O'er love and nature I've the conquest got.Still charming beauty triumphs in her eyes:

[Looking at theQueen.

Yet for my honour and my rest she dies.

[ExeuntQueenandWomen.

But, oh! what ease can I expect to get,When I must purchase at so dear a rate?[Exeunt.

FOOTNOTES:[13]Don Carlos actually engaged in intrigues with the principals of the revolution which broke out in the Low Countries during the tyrannical reign of Philip II., and ended in the establishment of the Dutch republic.—Thornton.

[13]Don Carlos actually engaged in intrigues with the principals of the revolution which broke out in the Low Countries during the tyrannical reign of Philip II., and ended in the establishment of the Dutch republic.—Thornton.

EnterKingdisguised.

King. 'Tis night; the season when the happy takeRepose, and only wretches are awake.Now discontented ghosts begin their rounds,Haunt ruined buildings and unwholesome grounds;Or at the curtains of the restless wait,To frighten them with some sad tale of fate.When I would rest, I can no rest obtain:The ills I've borne even o'er my slumbers reign,And in sad dreams torment me o'er again.The fatal business is ere this begun:I'm shocked, and start to think what I have done.But I forget how I that Philip amSo much for constancy renowned by fame;Who through the progress of my life was ne'erBy hopes transported, or depressed by fear.No, it is gone too far to be recalled,And steadfastness will make the act extolled.

EnterDuchess ofEboli,in a night-gown.

Who? Eboli?D. of Eboli.My lord.King.Is the deed done?D. of Eboli.'Tis, and the queen to seek repose is gone.King.Can she expect it, who allowed me none?No, Eboli; her dreams must be as fullOf horror, and as hellish as her soul.Does she believe the prince has freedom gained?D. of Eboli.She does.King.How were the tidings entertained?D. of Eboli.O'er all her face young wandering blushes were,Such as speak hopes too weak to conquer fear:—But when confirmed, no lover e'er so kind;She clasped me fast, caressed, and called me friend.Which opportunity I took, to giveThe poison; and till day she cannot live.King.Quickly then to her; say that Carlos hereWaits to confirm his happiness with her.Go, that my vengeance I may finish quite:'Twould be imperfect, should I lose the sight.But to contrive that I may not be known,And she may still mistake me for my son,Remove all light but that which may sufficeTo let her see me scorn her when she dies.D. of Eboli.You'll find her all in rueful sables clad,With one dim lamp that yields imperfect light,Such as in vaults assist the ghastly shade,Where wretched widows come to weep at night.Thus she resolves to die, or living mourn,Till Carlos shall with liberty return.[Exit.King.O steadfast sin! incorrigible lust!Not damned! it is impossible; she must.How do I long to see her in her pains,The poisonous sulphur rolling through her veins!

Who? Eboli?

D. of Eboli.My lord.King.Is the deed done?

D. of Eboli.'Tis, and the queen to seek repose is gone.

King.Can she expect it, who allowed me none?No, Eboli; her dreams must be as fullOf horror, and as hellish as her soul.Does she believe the prince has freedom gained?

D. of Eboli.She does.

King.How were the tidings entertained?

D. of Eboli.O'er all her face young wandering blushes were,Such as speak hopes too weak to conquer fear:—But when confirmed, no lover e'er so kind;She clasped me fast, caressed, and called me friend.Which opportunity I took, to giveThe poison; and till day she cannot live.

King.Quickly then to her; say that Carlos hereWaits to confirm his happiness with her.Go, that my vengeance I may finish quite:'Twould be imperfect, should I lose the sight.But to contrive that I may not be known,And she may still mistake me for my son,Remove all light but that which may sufficeTo let her see me scorn her when she dies.

D. of Eboli.You'll find her all in rueful sables clad,With one dim lamp that yields imperfect light,Such as in vaults assist the ghastly shade,Where wretched widows come to weep at night.Thus she resolves to die, or living mourn,Till Carlos shall with liberty return.[Exit.

King.O steadfast sin! incorrigible lust!Not damned! it is impossible; she must.How do I long to see her in her pains,The poisonous sulphur rolling through her veins!

EnterDonJohnandAttendants.

Who's there? my brother?Don John.Yes, sir, and your friend.What can your presence here so late intend?King.O Austria! Fate's at work; a deed's in handWill put thy youthful courage to a stand.Survey me; do I look as heretofore?Don John.You look like King of Spain, and lord of power;Like one who still seeks glory on the wing;You look as I would do, were I a king.King.A king! why I am more, I'm all that canBe counted miserable in a man.But thou shalt see how calm anon I'll grow;I'll be as happy and as gay as thou.Don John.No, sir; my happiness you cannot have,Whilst to your abject passions thus a slave.To know my ease, you thoughts like mine must bring,Be something less a man, and more a king.King.I'm growing so. 'Tis true that long I stroveWith pleading nature, combated with love,Those witchcrafts that had bound my soul so fast;But now the date of the enchantment's past:Before my rage like ruins down they fall,And I mount up true monarch o'er them all.Don John.I know your queen and son you've doomed to die,And fear by this the fatal hour is nigh.Why would you cut a sure succession off,At which your friends must grieve, and foes will laugh;As if, since age has from you took awayIncrease, you'd grow malicious, and destroy?King.Doubt it not, Austria: thou my brother art,And in my blood I'm certain hast a part.Only the justice of my vengeance own,—Thou'rt heir of Spain, and my adopted son.Don John.I must confess there in a crown are charms,Which I would court in bloody fields and arms;But in my nephew's wrong I must decline,Since he must be extinguished ere I shine.To mount a throne o'er battlements I'd climb,Where Death should wait on me, not I on him.Did you e'er love, or have you ever knownThe mighty value of so brave a son?King.I guessed I should be treated thus before;I know it is thy kindness, but no more.Thou, living free, alas! art easy grownAnd think'st all hearts as honest as thy own.Don John.Not, sir, so easy as I must be bold,And speak what you perhaps would have untold;That you're a slave to the vilest that obey,Such as disgrace on royal favour lay,And blindly follow as they lead astray:Voracious varlets, sordid hangers-on;Best by familiarity they're known,Yet shrink at frowns: but when you smile they fawn.They're these have wronged you, and abused your ears,Possessed your mind with false misgrounded fears.King.Misgrounded fears? Why, is there any truthIn women's vows, or disobedient youth?I sooner would believe this world were Heaven,Where I have nought but toils and torment met,And never comfort yet to man was given.But thou shalt see how my revenge I'll treat.

Who's there? my brother?

Don John.Yes, sir, and your friend.What can your presence here so late intend?

King.O Austria! Fate's at work; a deed's in handWill put thy youthful courage to a stand.Survey me; do I look as heretofore?

Don John.You look like King of Spain, and lord of power;Like one who still seeks glory on the wing;You look as I would do, were I a king.

King.A king! why I am more, I'm all that canBe counted miserable in a man.But thou shalt see how calm anon I'll grow;I'll be as happy and as gay as thou.

Don John.No, sir; my happiness you cannot have,Whilst to your abject passions thus a slave.To know my ease, you thoughts like mine must bring,Be something less a man, and more a king.

King.I'm growing so. 'Tis true that long I stroveWith pleading nature, combated with love,Those witchcrafts that had bound my soul so fast;But now the date of the enchantment's past:Before my rage like ruins down they fall,And I mount up true monarch o'er them all.

Don John.I know your queen and son you've doomed to die,And fear by this the fatal hour is nigh.Why would you cut a sure succession off,At which your friends must grieve, and foes will laugh;As if, since age has from you took awayIncrease, you'd grow malicious, and destroy?

King.Doubt it not, Austria: thou my brother art,And in my blood I'm certain hast a part.Only the justice of my vengeance own,—Thou'rt heir of Spain, and my adopted son.

Don John.I must confess there in a crown are charms,Which I would court in bloody fields and arms;But in my nephew's wrong I must decline,Since he must be extinguished ere I shine.To mount a throne o'er battlements I'd climb,Where Death should wait on me, not I on him.Did you e'er love, or have you ever knownThe mighty value of so brave a son?

King.I guessed I should be treated thus before;I know it is thy kindness, but no more.Thou, living free, alas! art easy grownAnd think'st all hearts as honest as thy own.

Don John.Not, sir, so easy as I must be bold,And speak what you perhaps would have untold;That you're a slave to the vilest that obey,Such as disgrace on royal favour lay,And blindly follow as they lead astray:Voracious varlets, sordid hangers-on;Best by familiarity they're known,Yet shrink at frowns: but when you smile they fawn.They're these have wronged you, and abused your ears,Possessed your mind with false misgrounded fears.

King.Misgrounded fears? Why, is there any truthIn women's vows, or disobedient youth?I sooner would believe this world were Heaven,Where I have nought but toils and torment met,And never comfort yet to man was given.But thou shalt see how my revenge I'll treat.

[A curtain is drawn, and discovers theQueenalone in mourning on her couch,with a lamp by her.

Look where she sits, as quiet and serene[Ironically.As if she never had a thought of sin,In mourning, her wronged innocence to show!She has sworn't so oft, that she believes it true.O'erwhelmed with sorrow she'll in darkness dwell:So we have heard of witches in a cell,Treating with fiends, and making leagues with hell.

[TheQueenrises and comes towards him.

Queen.My lord! Prince Carlos! may it be believed?Are my eyes blessed; and am I not deceived?King.My queen, my love, I'm here—[Embraces her.Queen.My lord the king!This is surprising kindness which you bring.Can you believe me innocent at last?Methinks my griefs are half already past.King.O tongue, in nothing practised but deceit!Too well she knew him, not to find the cheat.[Aside.Yes, vile incestuous woman, it is I,The king: look on me well, despair, and die.Queen.Why had you not pronounced my doom before,Since to affliction you could add no more?Methinks death is less welcome, when I findYou could but counterfeit a look that's kind.King.No, now thou'rt fit for death: had I believedThou couldst have been more wicked, thou hadst lived,—Lived and gone on in lust and riot still;But I perceived thee early ripe for hell:And, that of the reward thou mightst not miss,This night thou'st drank thy bane, thou'rt poisoned; yes,Thou art—Queen.Then welcome everlasting bliss!But, ere I die, let me here make a vow,—By Heaven, and all I hope for there, I'm true!King.Vows you had always ready when you spoke:How many of them have you made, and broke!Yet there's a Power that does your falsehood hear,A just one too, that lets thee live to swear.How comes it that above such mercy dwells,To permit sin, and make us infidels?Queen.You have been ever so to all that's good,My innocence had else been understood.At first your love was nothing but your pride.When I arrived to be the prince's bride,You then a kind indulgent father were;But, finding me unfortunately fair,Thought me a prize too rich to be possessedBy him, and forced yourself into my breast,Where you maintained an unresisted power;Not your own daughter could have loved you more,Till, conscious of your age, my faith was blamed,And I a lewd adulteress proclaimed,Accused of foulest incest with your son—What more could my worst enemy have done?King.Nothing, I hope; I would not have it saidThat in my vengeance any fault I made.Love me! O low pretence, too feebly built!But 'tis the constant fault of dying guiltEven to the last to cry they're innocent,When their despair's so great, they can't repent.Queen.Thus having urged your malice to the head,You spitefully are come to rail me dead.Had I been man, and had an impious wife,With speedy fury I'd have snatched her life;Torn a broad passage open to her heart,And there have ransacked each polluted part;Triumphed and laughed to have seen the issuing flood,And wantonly have bathed my hands in blood.That had outdone the low revenge you bring,Much fitter for a woman than a king.King.I'm glad I know what death you'd wish to have:You would go down in silence to your grave;Remove from future fame, as present times,And bury with you, if you could, your crimes.No, I will have my justice understood,Proclaim thy falsehood and thy lust aloud.Queen.About it then, the noble work begin;Be proud, and boast how cruel you have been.Oh, how a monarch's glory 'twill advance!Do, quickly let it reach the ears of France.I've there a royal brother that is young,Who'll certainly revenge his sister's wrong;Into thy Spain a mighty army bring,Tumble thee from thy throne a wretched thing,And make it quite forgot thou e'er wert king.King.I ne'er had pleasure with her till this night:The viper finds she's crushed, and fain would bite.—Oh! were he here, and durst maintain that word,I'd like an eagle seize the callow bird,And gripe him till the dastard craven cried;Then throw him panting by his sister's side.Queen.Alas! I faint and sink; my lord, your hand!

Queen.My lord! Prince Carlos! may it be believed?Are my eyes blessed; and am I not deceived?

King.My queen, my love, I'm here—[Embraces her.

Queen.My lord the king!This is surprising kindness which you bring.Can you believe me innocent at last?Methinks my griefs are half already past.

King.O tongue, in nothing practised but deceit!Too well she knew him, not to find the cheat.[Aside.Yes, vile incestuous woman, it is I,The king: look on me well, despair, and die.

Queen.Why had you not pronounced my doom before,Since to affliction you could add no more?Methinks death is less welcome, when I findYou could but counterfeit a look that's kind.

King.No, now thou'rt fit for death: had I believedThou couldst have been more wicked, thou hadst lived,—Lived and gone on in lust and riot still;But I perceived thee early ripe for hell:And, that of the reward thou mightst not miss,This night thou'st drank thy bane, thou'rt poisoned; yes,Thou art—

Queen.Then welcome everlasting bliss!But, ere I die, let me here make a vow,—By Heaven, and all I hope for there, I'm true!

King.Vows you had always ready when you spoke:How many of them have you made, and broke!Yet there's a Power that does your falsehood hear,A just one too, that lets thee live to swear.How comes it that above such mercy dwells,To permit sin, and make us infidels?

Queen.You have been ever so to all that's good,My innocence had else been understood.At first your love was nothing but your pride.When I arrived to be the prince's bride,You then a kind indulgent father were;But, finding me unfortunately fair,Thought me a prize too rich to be possessedBy him, and forced yourself into my breast,Where you maintained an unresisted power;Not your own daughter could have loved you more,Till, conscious of your age, my faith was blamed,And I a lewd adulteress proclaimed,Accused of foulest incest with your son—What more could my worst enemy have done?

King.Nothing, I hope; I would not have it saidThat in my vengeance any fault I made.Love me! O low pretence, too feebly built!But 'tis the constant fault of dying guiltEven to the last to cry they're innocent,When their despair's so great, they can't repent.

Queen.Thus having urged your malice to the head,You spitefully are come to rail me dead.Had I been man, and had an impious wife,With speedy fury I'd have snatched her life;Torn a broad passage open to her heart,And there have ransacked each polluted part;Triumphed and laughed to have seen the issuing flood,And wantonly have bathed my hands in blood.That had outdone the low revenge you bring,Much fitter for a woman than a king.

King.I'm glad I know what death you'd wish to have:You would go down in silence to your grave;Remove from future fame, as present times,And bury with you, if you could, your crimes.No, I will have my justice understood,Proclaim thy falsehood and thy lust aloud.

Queen.About it then, the noble work begin;Be proud, and boast how cruel you have been.Oh, how a monarch's glory 'twill advance!Do, quickly let it reach the ears of France.I've there a royal brother that is young,Who'll certainly revenge his sister's wrong;Into thy Spain a mighty army bring,Tumble thee from thy throne a wretched thing,And make it quite forgot thou e'er wert king.

King.I ne'er had pleasure with her till this night:The viper finds she's crushed, and fain would bite.—Oh! were he here, and durst maintain that word,I'd like an eagle seize the callow bird,And gripe him till the dastard craven cried;Then throw him panting by his sister's side.

Queen.Alas! I faint and sink; my lord, your hand!

[ToDonJohn.

My spirits fail, and I want strength to stand.Don John.O jealousy!A curse which none but he that bears it knows!

My spirits fail, and I want strength to stand.

Don John.O jealousy!A curse which none but he that bears it knows!

[Leads her to a chair.

So rich a treasure who would live to lose?King.The poison works, Heaven grant there were enough!She is so foul, she may be poison-proof.Now my false fair one—Queen.Tyrant, hence, begone!This hour's my last, and let it be my own.Away, away! I would not leave the lightWith such a hated object in my sight.King.No, I will stay, and even thy prayers prevent;I would not give thee leisure to repent;But let thy sins all in one throng combineTo plague thy soul, as thou hast tortured mine.Queen.Glut then your eyes, your tyrant-fury feed,And triumph; but remember, when I'm dead,Hereafter on your dying pillows youMay feel those tortures which you give me now.Go on, your worst reproaches I can bear,And with them all you shall not force a tear.King.Thus, Austria, my lost freedom I obtain,And once more shall appear myself again.Love held me fast whilst, like a foolish boy,I of the thing was fond because 'twas gay;But now I've thrown the gaudy toy away.D. of Eboli[Within]. Help! murder! help!King.See, Austria, whence that cry.Call up our guards; there may be danger nigh.

So rich a treasure who would live to lose?

King.The poison works, Heaven grant there were enough!She is so foul, she may be poison-proof.Now my false fair one—

Queen.Tyrant, hence, begone!This hour's my last, and let it be my own.Away, away! I would not leave the lightWith such a hated object in my sight.

King.No, I will stay, and even thy prayers prevent;I would not give thee leisure to repent;But let thy sins all in one throng combineTo plague thy soul, as thou hast tortured mine.

Queen.Glut then your eyes, your tyrant-fury feed,And triumph; but remember, when I'm dead,Hereafter on your dying pillows youMay feel those tortures which you give me now.Go on, your worst reproaches I can bear,And with them all you shall not force a tear.

King.Thus, Austria, my lost freedom I obtain,And once more shall appear myself again.Love held me fast whilst, like a foolish boy,I of the thing was fond because 'twas gay;But now I've thrown the gaudy toy away.

D. of Eboli[Within]. Help! murder! help!

King.See, Austria, whence that cry.Call up our guards; there may be danger nigh.

EnterGuards;then re-enterDuchess ofEboliin hernight-dress, wounded and bleeding;Ruy-Gomezpursuing her.

D. of Eboli.Oh! guard me from that cruel murderer:But 'tis in vain, the steel has gone too far.Turn, wretched king, I've something to unfold;Nor can I die till the sad secret's told.King.The woman's mad; to some apartment byRemove her, where she may grow tame and die.—Fate came abroad to night, resolved to range:I love a kind companion in revenge.[HugsRuy-Gomez.D. of Eboli.If in your heart truth any favour wins,If e'er you would repent of secret sins,Hear me a word.King.What wouldst thou say? Be brief.D. of Eboli.Do what you can to save that precious life;Try every art that may her death prevent:You are abused, and she is innocent.When I perceived my hopes of you were vain,Led by my lust, I practised all my charmsTo gain the prince, Don Carlos, to my arms;But, there too crossed, I did the purpose change,And pride made him my engine for revenge;

D. of Eboli.Oh! guard me from that cruel murderer:But 'tis in vain, the steel has gone too far.Turn, wretched king, I've something to unfold;Nor can I die till the sad secret's told.

King.The woman's mad; to some apartment byRemove her, where she may grow tame and die.—Fate came abroad to night, resolved to range:I love a kind companion in revenge.[HugsRuy-Gomez.

D. of Eboli.If in your heart truth any favour wins,If e'er you would repent of secret sins,Hear me a word.

King.What wouldst thou say? Be brief.

D. of Eboli.Do what you can to save that precious life;Try every art that may her death prevent:You are abused, and she is innocent.When I perceived my hopes of you were vain,Led by my lust, I practised all my charmsTo gain the prince, Don Carlos, to my arms;But, there too crossed, I did the purpose change,And pride made him my engine for revenge;

[ToRuy-Gomez.

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